The French Connection

[BlackAkuma]

After laying out whoever-this-was, Angela’s first order of business was to drop down to her knees and take care of Dizzy who was still languishing in the sand. Her daughter was aching, looked like she too a serious shot in the gut, but she couldn't see any serious damage on the outside. Her bell had been rung, but it would pass. ”Desdemona,” She reached over and gave her daughter a ginger touch on the head, making sure the spot where she’d been stomped wasn’t too bad. [”Are you okay?”]

”I’m fine, I’m fine, Mom.” She sat up and shook her head to get the sand out. [“I was just…whoa.”]

Angela followed her daughter’s gaze to the side, as another woman approached her - a much larger woman. Built, muscular, her frame rivaled Angela’s, perhaps even exceeded it. Long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, and she sported bangs so wide and long that they eclipsed her eyes. How she could see through them was a mystery, but not one she cared all that much about. They did look vaguely familiar, enough that Angela could recognize them as fellow wrestlers, but she didn’t have names to put with the faces.

Unsure of the situation, Angela stood up and put herself between this woman and her daughter, ready to spring to action if need be. Thankfully, that didn’t seem to be necessary, at leat for the moment, as the new woman instead hung back and demanded an apology.

Angela gave a look that conveyed just how crazy she though this woman was, before she turned back to her daughter and spoke in Italian. [“A spar? What is she talking about?”]

Dizzy stumbled her way up to her feet and pointed at the younger girl with a wobbling finger, still shaking from the beating. [“She just came out of nowhere and asked for a spar, and I was like ‘Okay’, like I thought we were just going to lock up a little and tussle, you know? Next thing I know, she suckerkicks me and started stomping on me like a crazy person.”] Dizzy shrugged, clearly confused by the whole situations, a feeling that Angela shared herself now that she’d gotten a summary of it.

Her eyebrow quirked as she turned back to the towering woman, who she presumed was the younger one’s mother. ”Listen to me.” She pointed at her chest. ”I will not be apologizing. My daughter will not be apologizing. I don’t know who you are, what this is or what you think it’s supposed to be, but it’s over. If you ever come near my daughter again, lo giuro sulla tomba di mio padre, I will drag you both up and down this beach. Am I understood?”

[Bearhug Goddess]

While the two Italian women spoke together, the two French women did the same, especially Cléophée who was trying to understand why her mother had intervened. Life as a Ysé was not easy, each woman in this family had her pride and refused to help another member. To earn this last name, you must learn to stand on your own two feet and be strong on your own.

“Why did you intervene, mother ?”

Aliénor turned her head slightly to see her daughter and smiled at her, amused by the situation.

"Because you can't do anything against her~"

Cleophée let out a small growl of rage and frustration at her mother's words. She may have been the weakest member of the family, but she wasn't weak! She was able to fight against other heavyweights and veterans.

“Bullshit..!”

Aliénor let out a mocking sigh before turning towards tall Angela. The second mother looked rather annoyed and annoyed by matriarch Ysé's request and this amused the French woman with eyes hidden by her bangs who raised her hand near her lips to hide her laughter, as her eldest daughter did.

"Ohohh?~ Is this a threat?~"

Aliénor only takes a step forward, pressing her chest against Angela's before slightly extending her hand forward, planting her finger on the Italian's chest while not taking her eyes off her and keeping her mocking smile.

"Unfortunaly for you, I don't follow any rules or threats. You're nobody here so I advise you to apologize immediately... Unless you want to settle this with a "sparing"~"

[BlackAkuma]

Angela didn’t know what this woman was about, and frankly, she didn’t much care. As long as she had been in the wrestling industry, she’d grown accustomed to bullies, women who liked to throw their weight around and establish dominance. She had little patience for this sort of thing in her youth, and she had far less now, when she had a daughter in danger. The Frenchwoman wanted to play games, and she would happily demonstrate why that was a poor idea, if push came to shove.

”It’s not a threat, it’s a promise.” She stood firm, hands on hips, creating a wall between these woman and her daughter. ”I don’t know who you are, and I could not care less. Leave.”

Angela made sure to put no small amount of Italian venom into her voice, hissing like a coiled cobra, but the Frenchwoman didn’t seem keen to heed her advice. Instead, she marched forward and pressed her bosom against her own, pushing, vying for dominance like two rams locking horns. She braced herself and held her ground, but it wasn’t the easiest thing wih the shifting sands beneath her bare feet. She could tell this woman was strong, as if the rippling muscles weren’t a dead giveaway.

”I don’t have time for this. You clearly know how this works, so cut to the chase.” She gave the intruder a stiff push against the shoulder, creating some distance between them. ”Who are you, and what sort of match do you want? Name it.”

[Bearhug Goddess]

Aliénor advanced towards the one who seemed to be her next opponent, at least that's what she wanted, pressing her large chest against Angela's while staring at her with an amused smile.. Until being pushed back by the Italian's powerful arms, forcing the Frenchwoman to take a step back before resuming her straight and proud posture.

"Ohohhh ?~ So now you're interested ?~"

The matriarch displayed a mocking smile and lifted her long white hair with one hand, whipping it against the wind to lightly remove the sand. If there was a woman among the Ysé who should be compared to Rapunzel, it was Aliénor. She looked carefully at the body of the woman in front of her and noticed each of her muscles which were extremely trained. The French girl was not to be pitied, she had much wider and more powerful thighs but her arms and abs were clearly inferior to Angela's. In terms of bodybuilding, Angela won hands down but the matriarch Ysé had a secret weapon: her flexibility.

"I am Aliénor Ysé, mother of two wonderful daughters, Britanny and Cléophée Ysé~"

Cléophée crossed her arms under her chest and rolled her eyes at her mother's comments.

"So you're interested for a match? I'm fine with everything, I'm the incarnation of perfection.~ I could beat anybody in any match.~"

[BlackAkuma]

”Yse?”

Dizzy, who’d just finished dusting herself off enough to stand correctly, perked up at that name, finally hearing something familiar. She didn’t know these two, but she did know about Brittany, the big bruiser of a bitch she’d seen in some LAW matches. Tall, haughty, excellent tits. She’d had the occasional fantasy about being smothered in her tits, and she was definitely seeing the family resemblance between her and the eyeless titan that stood before her.

If the name fazed her mother, she didn’t show. She figured this was all old hat to her, just like anything related to wrestling.

”I know how these things go. We’ll end up in a match, regardless, so we might as well get to that part and save me the trouble of playing whatever silly game this is supposed to be.”

Much as it would’ve been fun to watch her mom give the French bitch the beating she was clearly asking for, something drew Dizzy’s attention, as she couldn't help but notice the way Cleophee reacted to Mama Yse’s bragging. Seemed like there was a little trouble in paradise over there. Maybe something she could work with? It gave her a few ideas.

She stepped forward before her mother could speak up, throwing her oar in. ”How about a tag?” Dizzy had never seen her mother’s head turn that fast in her entire life, as she looked down at her with a confused stare, like a little alien had just popped out of her head. ”A little family feud sort of thing.”

[Bearhug Goddess]

Their last names were known for several reasons. Already, for Britanny who was an undefeated boxer and wrestler until now but also internationally for their couture. Ysé was a major brand of clothing, lingerie and swimsuit recognized in the world, Britanny even took the opportunity to promote it during her bra and panties matches.

The youngest of the family, Cléophée, raised an eyebrow following the young lioness's proposal. A tag match between mother and daughter could be interesting and beneficial for their status, especially without Britanny.. But Cléophée did not like Dizzy very much and was completely against a match against her.

"I don't want to fight against a Young Lioness in an official match, it would be too easy."

"Well, well~"

Aliénor stroked her daughter's head and turned her head slightly to see her daughter. Unlike Cleophée, the offer seemed to please the matriarch who simply smiled at her daughter to make her understand that she had to be quiet before looking at Dizzy and Angela again with an innocent and amused smile.

"Sounds like an amazing idea!~ Should it be a tornado or standard rules? Oh and, standard tag match or do you to lose in a special way?~"

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy wasn’t one to care too much about what people said about her, but she couldn't help but perk up when Cleophee spoke, talking to her like she was some little weakling she could write off. Granted, she was probably 100% right, she wasn’t on the girl’s level, but she wasn’t about to just let junk be talked about and not clap back.

”Easy? I’ll show you easy, blondie, just try that again-”

Dizzy stepped forward, only for her mother to shoot out her hand and cut her off - not the time, not the place. They were going to handle this in the ring, anyway, which suited her just fine. She could wait.

”Standard is fine. I’m not in the mood for any games. I’ll set up the match and send the information your way.” She gave Alienor another look, up and down, before she stepped off, cautiously backing away. Once they had a good distance between them, she headed off and motioned for Dizzy to follow.

The tiny Italian took a quick second to extend her forearm and chop it with her other hand, a gesture she sincerely hoped they recognized, before scurrying off to catch up with her mother, following in her heavy footsteps. Once they were far enough, she spoke up again, under her breath. ”So, like…I want to kick their butt, yeah, but-”

”Don’t worry.” Her mother gave her a solemn nod as she strode forward, shoulders out and head high. ”We’ll train. You’ll be ready.”

[Bearhug Goddess]

Aliénor looked at her opponent with a big smile and even allowed herself to laugh slightly while listening to the last words of her future opponent before she started to leave without even saying goodbye. Little Ysé, unlike her mother, did not seem at all amused or embellished by this news and crossed her arms while looking at her mother.

"Did you just use me to get her attention?"

"Maybe ?~"

Little Ysé sighed deeply before uncrossing her arms. She also turned her back on her mother and walked towards her things, putting them in her bag to prepare to leave the premises.

"Are you mad?~"

"Hmph. Just upset. I don't want to lose against a Young Lionness."

The matriarch smiled widely and approached her daughter, stroking Cléophée's long braid with her fingertips.

"Oh we won't sweety, we won't.~"